Suterbrook

An invisible author stares at a blank page, the sun shining
the first steps into a different reality.
Beyond gates of seperation, where road meets dirt, sweat,
combined screams of human and metal - their galaxy.
Fresh faces approach the boxes, nervous but driven,
unknowingly sacrificing more than time.
The incarnations laugh at the young tenders - all the same -
and accept the stones in need of grind.
Minutes become days, hours become weeks,
in the world of what is the Family.

Unparalled divorces not only chambered, but outside
physically, mentally, emotionally.
The gradual mold of an artist finding himself,
styled like an ancestor in negative; Metis.
Weekdays spent in hell, slaving alongside tortured souls
who are blind to their own imperfections.
Yet still dancing with the succumbed,
the scum and the succumbing. Life lessons.
Noses stuffed with plant, brain tangoing with chemical
and weekends spent in a different kind of cell.
As simple as an overnight formatting:
personality taking the backseat while the mind begins its work.

Demons come and angels go, warmth disappearing to another blank page,
autumn becomes the fall of consistent sin.
The colours inherent to this new soul, a dictionary of wonderful friends
seemingly following the wake of silent wind.
Or was it me? The butterfly already birthed from
his crystalis, this crystal wish of crimson flavor.
But the chains and bounds remain an integral part of Learning,
the future a distant, unobstructed wager.
And then like the Red Sea parting, like the crucifixion,
like the final purge of everything unholy in this not-so-distant dimension...
They were gone.

Overflowing from the substinence of substance:
white, green, and everything inbetween,
The world is a prettier place in colder times.
Aware of the constant, the absolute power that is progress,
time or dream, all breaking at the seams,
The world is a prettier place in colder times.

It is only the devils that remain while the single hell-chosen soul
spends eternity all alone.
Turning the days to minutes, and the weeks to hours
befriending those trapped in prismatic tones.
Speaking in tongues, catching on with a catch,
A bilingual rodent no longer hiding from his shadow.
Each second counting towards a precise knowledge and great new friends,
Culture integrated into personal gravel.
And then like the Berlin Wall, like the border crossings,
like the karma scale inverted on itself to establish another obstacle...
They were gone, too.

Hell ascends as more of a sanctuary with each passing day,
for misery takes on insistent forms - the Duo.
Home no longer home, but a snowball of black energy;
growing... growing... growing... an argumentative cesspool.
The demons transcending the fires itself as if to haunt me,
my independence a concern to the unconcerned.
The inevitability of running further downhill, the screams of human and metal
replaced by the screams of the herd.
Connections severed, dismembered, insanity lost forever.

The invisible author stares at yet another blank page, marvelling,
his Dynamic having changed completely since chapter one.










July 8th, 2008 - March 20th, 2009

Author's Note

This poem is basically a summary of everything that happened to me within nine months of working on a construction site, coming fresh out of highschool... may not seem very exciting, but there was a LOT that went on.

Reviews

[c.m.]

I too read it a few times....I guess it's one of those you don't quite get a hold on the first time, but then the second and third time you're just stunned. I can't even pick favorite lines because the qulaity of them all is so over the top. Excellent work.

[Lilly]

Wow - there is so much in this poem. Powerful descriptions and great images, and it reads well. Obviously an amazing and influential experience for you...
Great poem.

[Nova]

Your poems definitely gets the reader engaged and wanting more. This is a very interesting piece and thought provoking. Its a very unique way in showing your growth after high school. Thank you so much for sharing this.

[Ruth]

I think this is amazing!
If we recorded all that happens to us in that space of time, it resembles quite a journey doesn't it?!
Stunning work!
Voiced in a manner that is poetically moving too!
Great poem
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[Kesha]

Wow! I can not come up with words to describe what an amazing poem! :)

[loowzerX]

It took me long to read as I found it a little boring at first..but then I re-read it and understood it and I'm amazed at what such a great piece of work this is. very good. :)

[.]

I to had to read and re read, that my friend is no reflection on your poem, only my simple mind! This is such a 'filled' poem, that it is something that has to be read slowly mulling over the lines and taking it in bit by bit (no problem with that) I firstly got out of the poem, I writer immersed so in his writing that we took us on a journey filled with joy and torture..however after reading your notes I re read and got something completely different..now that's a great poem :)

hope your well BTW havent seen you about much?

[Marie Harrison]

I'm blown away with your poem. What a valuable nine months you've had. You probably learned more about life out there pounding the nails than most people do in the boardroom for years. Kudos for this amazing write!

[.]

"Hell ascends as more of a sanctuary with each passing day,
for misery takes on insistent forms - the Duo.
Home no longer home, but a snowball of black energy;
growing... growing... growing... an argumentative cesspool'
{WoW KL--i love the imagery--you put together a really great read}

So So many great lines in this piece--you mastered this poem!!!

james:-)

[Christopher.Holmberg]

This is awesome dude..i just got around to reading it. very descriptive of your journey through the construction world. better told than in any conversation.